Viviana slowly blinked her eyes open. She stared around her surroundings, noting that she was in an empty room with wooden walls. That was enough for her to figure out that this was probably a wooden shed or a warehouse.
She’d been strapped to a chair, the rope tied around her digging into her if she even dared to struggle a little bit.
The door of the shed opening grabbed her attention. She lifted her head, pupils shrinking in shock as none other than Fernando ca into her view.
The man stood with his hands in his pocket, a grin on his lips, as if he enjoyed seeing her in such a pathetic state.
"You!" Her gaze grew furious.
"Yes, . What about it, Viviana?"
"My best friend. W-what did you do to her?!" she asked in a trembling voice. "What did you do to Sabrina?!"
Fernando shrugged, his lips drawing into a large smile. "You’re asking even though you know. I was told she was being a little bitch. I had to shoot her. And she deserves it. Got to learn to mind her damn business!"
"You asshole! You son of a bitch!!"
Viviana thrashed against the rope, the coarse strands cutting into her skin until they bled. Rage and grief, hatred, they attacked her, spilling out of her lungs, threatening to have her bent over and vomiting.
She lunged at Fernando, but tied to the chair, she had no chance. The violent movent tipped her over instead
She hit the floor with a heavy thud, the chair crashing down with her. Pain shot through her body, but she kept struggling, the ropes digging deeper into her skin.
She was sobbing.
"Why are you struggling so much?" Fernando asked. "Let’s assu you escape that rope, what are you going to do to ? Hit ? Cry like you’re already doing?"
He rolled his eyes. "Don’t bla here. You were what I wanted, your best friend decided to interfere. If she had minded her business, she wouldn’t be a dead woman by now."
Viviana stayed crying, the beads of tears dropping from her eyes, hitting the concrete floor.
Fernandon stood staring at her. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he clicked his tongue and walked over, pulling her chair up to sit her down again. He stared at her teary ss of a face, rolling his eyes again in annoyance.
"You may be one annoying hell woman, but your face is too beautiful to ss it up with your tears, don’t you think?"
He tried to wipe at them, but Viviana bit into his hand, so hard she almost tasted his blood in his mouth.
A shrill cry fled his mouth and he smacked her so hard, the mark of his hand appeared on her flawless face.
"You fucking bitch! You bit . Are you an animal?" He yelled at her.
But when she turned her head back and he saw the look on her face, he almost jolted.
"You best make sure that I do not make it out of here alive. Because no matter where you run to, no matter where you hide, I will fiind you, I will make you miserable, I will torture you over and over again, and untill I’m satisfied, I will make sure you’re alive to wish that death itself will salvage your pathetic life."
She’d hit her forehead on the floor during her fall and now it was bleeding. The blood had trickled all the way down face, beads of it dropping onto her clothing. She looked like a mad woman, the only thing that still seed perfectly intact, being her pitch black straight hair.
Fernando’s face grew furious. "Fuck you! Am I supposed to be afraid of you?"
Her lips stretched into a grin as her teeth ca into view. "You should be. Do you think I’m going to let you get away with it? She was everything to . You took her away from ." Her face lowered and she began chuckling like a woman who’d lost her mind. "The only way you’re escaping any of this is by killing . I’d advise you to, because it won’t be funny at all."
Fernando glanced at his aching hand. He spat, "Who do you think you are? You’re suicidal and you want to do the job for you? What? You don’t want to live anymore now that your best friend is dead because of you? Is that why you’re provoking ? Well, I’ve got bad news for you, sweetie."
He stord over to her and gripped her jaw, tilting her head up to have her stare into his eyes.
"I have a large use for you. Maybe you’re cursed or sothing. People around you always tend to suffer. Your mother is a sicko in the hospital. Your father doesn’t even love you. Your best friend is dead. And now...it’s going to be his turn."
As if she understood what he ant, her pupils dilated in horror, shaking rapidly. "You—"
"A powerful man like him. His worst decision was falling for a woman like you. He made you his weakness and now it’s being used against him. He knows you’re missing, and I’m sure you know best what kind of a man he is. So tell , do you think he’ll co for you or will he abandon you."
Before she could answer, he broke out laughing to his heart’s content.
"Of course he’ll co! That’s what love does to you. It makes you risk your own life blindly. Nikolas knows coming here may an his death, but he’ll still co because he loves you. How beautuful."
"No..." Viviana rapidly shook her head. "No, please. Not him... Please I’m begging you, Fernando."
"Begging for what?"
"Your problem is with , right? You hate , don’t you? A-and I’m the person you wish to get back at. Please, you can’t hurt him. H-he hasn’t done anything. I’m begging you. Do whatever you will to , but let him be."
Fernando cocked a brow. "You don’t seem to get it do you?"
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